Bravo The BagChaser – Bravo Flexin ft. Fenix Flexin

Bravo Flexin – Bravo The BagChaser ft. Fenix Flexin Lyrics, Letra:/strong>
Fenix Flexin:
I’m sippin’ Clicquot, wit a freak hoe
9 times outta 10 my niggas need smoke
I rock designer, boy I been switched up
We been pullin’ you niggas’ cards’, man yo ass not tough

Bravo The BagChaser:
Nigga you ain’t tough, whatchu lyin’ for?
Bitch you knew I was a dog, whatchu cryin’ for? (aye)
I can see you niggas’ hoes’ through these blindfolds
Talkin’ real tough now that lil nigga life gone, aye

I can count these hunnid’s with a blindfold
Imma fuck his baby momma with the lights on
Only time I’m with the talkin’ when the Mic’s on
Any nigga with the talkin’ they get Fye’d on

Only time Bravo talk is when I talk my shit
Why you trippin’ on a hoe, when that’s not my bitch?
And he talkin’ like he ballin’ when he broke like shit
Nigga you been on yo ass, I been on my shit, aye

Nigga you been on yo ass, I been on the grind (on the grind)
I be pourin’ juice, do it all the time (all the time)
Pull up wit a Glock, pull up wit a 9
Imma grab her by the hair, watch me break her spine


Oooooo, you a dime
And all that but you cannot be mine
Where the vibes?
Free da guys, free da guys, free da guys!
Oooooo, bitch
You gassed up
Fuck next, you already passed up

Bitch wanna fuck, then she gotta pay
She gon’ go and break some dough, then she on her way
Nigga talkin’ bout them low’s, boy they on the way
Me and Bravo in yo house, nigga where the safe? (Where it’s at?)
I got that Molly Santana, Fenix Fuckin’ Flexin’ you know I’m the damn man (you know I’m the damn man)
These Balenciaga’s, not no Levi’s
Bitch I need my chicken extra deep-fried
We gon’ pull up wit them choppas not a peace sign
I’m focused on the plate, you got it? Imma eat mine

Look, you ain’t talkin’ money bitch you stupid
And she love me cause I be off on my bullshit
Imma boss, so that mean I need a boss bitch
Imma boss, so my circle full of bosses, oooo
Fuck you thought? (Bitch you thought)
Bitch, you dancin’ on my dick and my Glock
But the muhfucka’s hard as a rock
The way I whip the pot, betcho momma cannot, look
I ain’t gon lie, I’m tryna see you drop sum’n
Better not be broke, I’m tryna see you cop sum’n
If yo pockets on broke that’s a no-go
Go and dance on my muhfuckin’ Polo, Oooo!
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